Ya Zahraa

The sunrise sets the sky ablaze
And the moonlight lends a silver shadow to the night
The flowers bloom and spread their fragrance
And the believer, in a daze, wanders, calling out
Ya Zahraa... Ya Zahraa!

The birds sing a song of praise
And the leaves whisper their remembrance
The mountaintop echoes the cry 
Of the believer who pleads and reaches out
Ya Zahraa... Ya Zahraa!

The bees hum in melancholy
And the nightingale sways on the tree
The brook bubbles in agreement
To the believer who mourns his loss and cries
Ya Zahraa... Ya Zahraa!

The pilgrims raise their hands and say
Here I am my Lord, here I am
The Ka'abah echoes the teary pledge
Of the believers who lament in Madinah and ask
Where is she? Where are you?
Ya Zahraa... Ya Zahraa!

Salaamullah 3layki ya Binta Rasoolillah! 

Endless Love

I was always in need of You

And resolved to ask as You have taught

I beg of You and I cry and plead

And the shower of Your mercies drenches me

I feel You at every step and blink

Your beauty and splendor awakens me

And I ask for more and more still

Then,

The radiance of Your bounties blinds me

And I forget to be grateful to You

The ample blessings You shower upon me

Distract me from Your remembrance

And I drink more of the waters of the sea

Drowning out Your endless grace

Then the despair and sense of loss creep in

And I realize what I gained and lost

Retracing my steps in tears and hope

Once again I am at Your door

O possessor of majesties and mercy

Again Your beauty is exposed to me

Again I fall in love with You

Broken Heart, Mended Soul

Crushed

By endless fears and pain

Each transgression a hammer breaking the soul

Lost

In the maze of self inflicted deceit

Surrendering to the wiles of the king of conceit

Surrounded

Throughout by Your mercy yet blind

Unable to see where from or headed

Found

In the maze a clue from those past

All in the end turned only to You

Touched

By the trust that was placed in me

To take the test and come flying through

Mended

By the breaking of the rock hard heart

Now I have at last: a broken heart, mended soul.

One More Wish

First I ask for Your light

To guide in the dark night

Then I ask for Your peace

To set the heart at ease

Next I ask for submission

To make You the mission

And I ask for true patience

And gratitude for subsistence

I also ask for Your grace

And continued lifting of my face

Then I seek for Your solace

And the strength to fulfill my promise

I also ask for sound health

And heart of contentment, a wealth

I have asked for many treasures before

Now I want one more:

One who will cherish You above all.

The Secret Garden

For the select few, open upon invitation

The garden of peace, a place of contemplation

I shall give you the map, chart your destination

The night is dark, beds are warm

The believers awake, silently to mourn

The separation, pain, length of this sojourn

A heavenly light shines upon their deeds

Carefully planted, pure and noble seeds

With patience and humility they grow like reeds

Through divine submission and hearts that bleed

Steadfast and willing, fulfilling the creed

Forsaking all, for His mercy they plead

Slowly and surely the flowers bloom

Dispelling despair, chasing all gloom

All this cultivated from a corner of your room

Hear one hear all, for thought make this food

All who awake are promised a station that is good

Everlasting, eternal in the garden of gratitude.

Darkened Skies

The roses lost their fragrance - and -
The sunrise lost its charm - when -
The lady behind the door was struck - with -
Her unborn babe within - to -
Reunite with the noble parents.

My orphaned soul wanders, searching
Distracted, seeking the place of her remembrance

What would I not give to be among the few - who -
Earned the grace of attending to the last rites - or -
What I would give to find the place -where -
The holiest Lady was laid to rest - and -
Why will your days not darken O Believer - when -
The star of Al Zahraa has set on earth - and - 
Risen in the heavens.

My orphaned soul wanders, searching
Distracted, seeking the place of her remembrance



Salaamullah 3layk ya Zahra al Batoul . 

Why We Fear Death

The icy coldness of a once warm body

The deafening silence, not a word to anyone

The plain unstitched robe, and the pillow of dust

The gap that is left, like unquenchable thirst

The band of your closest, who escort you home

The tears, the sorrow, then being left alone

The earth filled chamber that is an unlit abode

Still, the greatest fear is this:

That will someday be me.